1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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